Chapter 297: Refusing the Land Acquisition (Part 1)

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

The village was small but still a microcosm of society, bustling with all the local gossip.

Zhao Qingfeng didn’t even have time for a date with Shen Lingyao, knowing that the situation with his uncle was about to explode, involving a unilateral ‘land dispute’ that also concerned Zhao Qingfeng’s ancestral grave.

He rushed back to the village overnight.

Upon entering the village committee building, he saw Feng Biao arguing loudly with a short, fat man with a round belly.

Feng Biao pointed at the man’s nose and cursed, “Wang Dafa, you’re talking nonsense! My parents’ graves are in that land, and you just want to relocate them? Not to mention their graves, even if they weren’t there, I wouldn’t allow it!”

Wang Dafa fought back, glancing at the village Mayor before shouting at Feng Biao, “Biao, watch your mouth! Who’s farting? The village is responding to the county’s call, and since your land is by the national road, if not on your land, where else should I build the factory?”

Feng Biao didn’t care about the village or the county’s plans, “The land is mine, the title is mine, it was left to me by my parents, and no one can override that! I’m telling you, Wang Dafa, you better move those bricks away, or I’ll smash them all!”

The argument between the two escalated, with red faces and flying spit.

The village Mayor, Sun Wenju, sat behind his desk wearing a small hat and sipping tea, looking pleased with himself.

Standing next to him was Sun Wenqiang.

Sun Wenqiang, noticing Zhao Qingfeng’s entrance, signaled to Sun Wenju that this was the troublemaker who had messed up their plans.

Sun Wenju glanced disdainfully at Zhao Qingfeng and continued to listen to the argument without intervening.

Zhao Qingfeng remained silent, listening.

After about fifteen minutes, he finally understood the situation.

Originally.

Due to a large number of workers being laid off throughout the county, causing widespread dissatisfaction and disturbances, the county specifically called for each village to set up small factories to hire workers, aiming to resolve social conflicts.

Of course, this call wasn’t made without incentives; besides providing technical guidance, there was also financial support.

The words ‘financial support’ were clear to everyone, hinting at ‘benefits’ beneath the surface.

Once there were benefits, the village Mayor of Lishu Village, Sun Wenju, took a particular interest in the initiative.

Moreover, Lishu Village was not far from the county town and located beside the national road, making it suitable for setting up small factories that met the county’s subsidy criteria.

Opposite the entrance to the village were a power substation and a textile factory, with rumors of a beverage factory and a lumber mill opening nearby. According to plans, this small industrial area would eventually connect with the county’s industrial zone.

Once the factory in Lishu Village was built, Sun Wenju, as the village Mayor, would not only rake in benefits but also accumulate ‘great achievements,’ paving the way for his eventual entry into county politics.

However, all these were just Sun Wenju’s wishful thinking.

To set up the factory, it was necessary to use ten acres of land near the national road.

But that land belonged to Feng Biao.

And Feng Biao absolutely refused.

For two reasons.

Aside from his parents’ graves being on the land, the village Mayor intended to allocate the factory project to Wang Dafa, with whom Feng Biao had a deep-seated hatred, describable as sky-high.

“Biao, it’s been seven or eight years, haven’t you moved on?”

“Now, Xiaoyue and I have two children and are legally married. Are you still holding a grudge?”

“I’ve said, I’ll run the factory, and I won’t just occupy the land for nothing. In addition to giving you my twenty acres of land, I’ll also pay you an extra twenty thousand yuan.”

“With such generous terms, what more do you want!”

Wang Dafa’s words inadvertently brought up the events of seven or eight years ago.

Feng Biao couldn’t stand to hear this.

Once, he and the village girl Xiaoyue had been in love for three years, a match made in heaven, and they should have ended up together.

———-
Support the Translation! 🌐✨

Your donations not only show appreciation but also keep the translator motivated! Every contribution helps continue bringing you more of what you love. Thank you for being a part of this journey! 💖

https://www.ko-fi.com/maxoofie